Hey, you want to trade, I'm all in. [Said, unsurprisingly, without context thanks to the fact that his eyes are still pinched shut, fingers flexing and unflexing against what passes for a blanket by the rebellion's standards. His back feels raw, even with the painkillers they've (thankfully) stuffed him full of, like all the flesh is gone, leaving only bone and nerves and-- whatever else there is pressed to the mattress. Tendons maybe. He doesn't know.
It's the first time he's been awake, really awake, since staring down Kylo-nightmare-in-the-dark- Ren: he's no medical professional, but he's fairly certain it's way, way too soon.]
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It's the first time he's been awake, really awake, since staring down Kylo-nightmare-in-the-dark- Ren: he's no medical professional, but he's fairly certain it's way, way too soon.]